The Poetical Works of George CrabbeH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1914 - 600 sider |
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... o'er , Lends the light turf that warms the neighb'ring poor ; From thence a length of burning sand appears Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears . Crabbe knows that there are other places where Nature is fairer and kinder , but ...
... o'er , Lends the light turf that warms the neighb'ring poor ; From thence a length of burning sand appears Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears . Crabbe knows that there are other places where Nature is fairer and kinder , but ...
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... o'er The labour past , and toils to come explore ; See them alternate suns and showers engage , And hoard up aches and anguish for their age ; Yet grant them health , ' tis not for us to tell , Though the head droops not , that the ...
... o'er The labour past , and toils to come explore ; See them alternate suns and showers engage , And hoard up aches and anguish for their age ; Yet grant them health , ' tis not for us to tell , Though the head droops not , that the ...
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... o'er waters blue : The throng invisible that , doubtless , float By mouldering tombs , and o'er the stagnant moat ; Fays dimly glancing on the russet plain , And all the dreadful nothing of the green . Peace be to such , the happiest ...
... o'er waters blue : The throng invisible that , doubtless , float By mouldering tombs , and o'er the stagnant moat ; Fays dimly glancing on the russet plain , And all the dreadful nothing of the green . Peace be to such , the happiest ...
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... o'er some his maddening rule , Still sways his sceptre , and still knows his fool ; Witness the livid lip , and fiery front , With many a smarting trophy placed upon't ; | The hollow eye , which plays in misty springs , And the hoarse ...
... o'er some his maddening rule , Still sways his sceptre , and still knows his fool ; Witness the livid lip , and fiery front , With many a smarting trophy placed upon't ; | The hollow eye , which plays in misty springs , And the hoarse ...
Side 4
... o'er vaults terrific pass , Dance o'er the grave , and slide along the grass ; Or how pale Cicely within the wood Call'd Satan forth , and bargain'd with her blood : These , honest Curio , are thine , and these Are the dull treasures of ...
... o'er vaults terrific pass , Dance o'er the grave , and slide along the grass ; Or how pale Cicely within the wood Call'd Satan forth , and bargain'd with her blood : These , honest Curio , are thine , and these Are the dull treasures of ...
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appear'd Arminian art thou beauty behold bless'd bosom call'd Calvinistic charm cold comfort cried danger dare dear deed delight Doctor Johnson doubt dread dream Duke of Rutland ease fair fame fancy fate father favour favourite fear fear'd feel felt fix'd fled foes fond Fulham gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE give grace grave grief grieved happy hear heard heart honour hope humble kind knew labour lady live look look'd lord Lord Holland Lord Robert Manners lover maid marriage mind Muse never numbers nymph o'er pain pass'd passions peace pity pleased pleasure poison'd poor praise pride race rest scene scorn seem'd shame sigh smile soothe sorrow sought soul speak spirit spleen strong terror thee thine thou thought truth Twas vex'd virtue wife wish'd wretch youth
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Side 168 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Side 126 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the threehooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Side 32 - Where other cares than those the Muse relates, And other shepherds dwell with other mates; By such examples taught, I paint the Cot, As Truth will paint it, and as Bards will not...
Side 238 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Side 145 - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond...
Side 264 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all 'Guilty! guilty!
Side viii - I grant indeed that fields and flocks have charms For him that grazes or for him that farms; But when amid such pleasing scenes I trace The poor laborious natives of the place, And see the mid-day sun, with fervid ray, On their bare heads and dewy temples play; While some, with feebler heads and fainter hearts, Deplore their fortune, yet sustain their parts: Then shall I dare these real ills to hide In tinsel trappings of poetic pride?
Side 35 - Mixt with the clamours of the crowd below; Here, sorrowing, they each kindred sorrow scan, And the cold charities of man to man: Whose laws indeed for ruin'd age provide, And strong compulsion plucks the scrap from pride; But still that scrap is bought with many a sigh, And pride embitters what it can't deny.
Side 33 - Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land and rob the blighted rye : There thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war...
Side 111 - Say, should disease or pain befall, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care; Nor wistful those gay scenes recall Where thou wert fairest of the fair? And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death?